go ahead talk about my current hyperfixation i won't be weird i promise
i lied
CGI animators should unionize next. normally, their jobs would be too precarious to strike, since studios would replace them without a second thought, but if it's part of this larger general film strike, they might finally have meaningful power to better their working conditions
COD lobbies are toxic af, but lawd jaysus these are some good ones
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bad
goatwishes
i looked up the source for this and its from an anime where a dude has to keep a constant boner for a month straight or he loses his house
rasec-wizzlbang
is this the episode where he lost his house
theultimateblogingbegins
I have not stopped thinking about this even once for the last 8 years
And here are the second and third pages of the comic. Welcome to the laboratory.
I love my OC!
*puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the horrors* *puts him through the hor
take me back to eden
rating: E BSAA!Chris/BSAA!Reader 18+ warnings: AFAB!reader, major character injury, blood and gore, field surgery, near death experience, angst, hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, past relationships, p in v sex, frottage, unprotected sex, creampie, lots of plot with a dash of porn, no gendered terms word count 8k summary: When the BSAA loses a unit of five on a remote island, you and Chris Redfield are the only two assigned to locate and rescue any survivors. Which would be fine, if you and Chris hadn't ended things on a bad note six months ago. Angry, running on fumes, the mission goes south. And the two of you are stranded for three days, fighting the clock as one of you bleeds out on the ground. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48694501
The assignment sat on your pristine desk. The light of your lamp shone on it like a spotlight. You stood above it, looming, dreading. You knew who had dropped it off. Only one person knew you liked your case files to the left of your keyboard, the first page slipped out a half an inch to read the operation name easily, and the corner dog-eared over the lip of the folder. Your tongue traced over your molars until it settled at the front of your mouth. You bit down on it, tearing until blood puddled.
With slow movements, like you were afraid of startling some small animal, you sat down at your desk. Your eyes flicked across the title. Operation: Dark Water. You exhaled heavily and lifted the papers out of the folder. They were crisp, still warm from the printer. He must have snuck in while you went for water.
Pillow Talk
Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader
Note: so sorry I haven’t been posting, I’ve been working a shit ton and I have like no motivation to write
Summary: (Y/N) and Carlos reminisce about the first time they met, in Raccoon City.
Warnings: reader is super insecure, thinks she isn’t worthy of Carlos, but that’s abt it
Word count: 868
can have fluff? hurt/comfort maybe? also gay wesker supremacy
Hurt/Comfort with Wesker x Male!Reader Headcanons
notes: Thank you for the request! I love writing soft Wesker. This is focused around the scene in RE5's Lost In Nightmares, taking place during the fight with Wesker and the scene where Jill and Wesker go off the cliff. Reader is just as evil as Wesker.
Anonymous asked:
could u write anything for wesker? im in love w the way u write him😭
this one was fun thank you for allowing me to get a lil nasty with it this fine sunday
unpunishable
rating: E STARS!Wesker/STARS!Reader 18+ warnings: afab!reader, vibrators, exhibitionism (kind of), orgasm delay, a dash of humiliation, degradation, thigh riding, semi-public sex, use of the word bitch is the only kind of gendered term used word count 1.9k summary: During a debrief with your captain and the rest of S.T.A.R.S. alpha team, Wesker decides he wants to make you squirm. AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48636535
You weren’t entirely sure how you had ended up in a position like this. You knew well enough how you’d started down this slippery slope: a night out with the team. Captain Wesker had treated the alpha team to drinks, pool, and darts at the bar down the street from the station. You’d gotten a little loose, made a few comments toward your captain, let him rest his hand on the small of your back while you were bent over the pool table–and it had ended with you coming all over his face that night at your apartment.
Since then, you’d had a few (read: half a dozen) encounters with Wesker. In the locker rooms. The armory. Your place. (Never his.) Even the back of a cruiser. But this? Had pushed the envelope.
“Everything okay?”